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iou2:07 p.m. - 2002-11-12
I'm sitting here in a room meant to house two people that actually houses three and currently houses six. Lethargy reigns supreme today: Roommate #2 and I are slouched at our desks, Austine is in bed, one of Roommate #2's friend has taken over her bed, and two other lasses are sprawled in our precious floor space. Every now and then, someone will mutter something about genotypes and phenotypes, or what's for lunch, or something just as dazzlingly witty. You see, our limited store of wit was expended last night. I think most of it went out the window during a conversation about naming children after letters of the alphabet... Someone happened to mention a friend who had a son and daughter named M and 3, then someone else declared it would be interesting to name her offspring M, 3, W, and E. That way, she claimed, if anyone ever chose to write the brats' names out side by side, it would look like the M was rolling. Fascinating, neh?Then there was the part about naming them I and U. More wit was utilized in the form of impromptu dramatics: "Hi, I'm I." "I'm U." And: "U, come to the front of the class." "Who, me?" "Yes, U!" And: "Oh, it's you." "No, it is I, I!" Can anyone tell it's almost Thanksgiving break? Adieu.
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